To You!

Met them who were not perfect yet happy,
made me realize of my own  imperfections.
I was asking for myself,
for everything but forgiveness.

Thought of in a state of despair.
Written in a state of hope.

G. Paradise.
04-12-2010

You would not know. Would you?

She had mesmerizing eyes.  I’ve never met her and am pretty sure that I’m never going to. That’s a tragedy but I’m  also happy that someone did meet her, who connected "us" and thanks to this connection I was able to figure out so much about myself, things that I love, people and the harsh reality that what we often consider to be a harsh reality is actually not.

Now, it was me who, at first, tried for hours to figure out the lies and deceit  in her eyes. The problem is with me (or should I say, with us). And now I spend days wondering and trying to figure out that something to which our senses respond so well, can be so true. It’s like a mirror but just that it shows reflections of a better world with hope and beauty.

I pray for her. For myself. For everything and everyone I believe in.

Complex? Maybe. I see many things clearly now. Be happy for me.
Grammatically incorrect? Maybe. You know, I don’t care.

Love, G.
12, 13, 14-11-2010, Mumbai. 
   

Being "funny" is not the same as being "immature"!!!

Was I happier...

...when I could color the sky, green
or color the water, red?

...when I rushed to blow off the candles,
when the power came back after a power cut?

...when I thought crackers were the coolest
and big size water guns, the best"est"?

...when it felt cartoons were the best entertainment
and comics, the best read?

...when once a week I was allowed to eat out
provided I could give a reason to why I should be allowed?

...when the meaning of love was unknown,
yet there was love all around?


Why is it that "you" are not happy all the time?

Gov. 20.10.2010. (Nice date).

Today!

Sitting on the window sill
thinking of the days gone by
Realizing life'll never stay still
these cheeks have now gone dry

**
The distant lights remind me
of a smile I'll never forget
**

Weird it is
This silence
brings me not words
but sounds,
of peace
and
of life.

Govind
3-10-2010
Mumbai

Please..... Oooogh!

What I've left behind
What I am to be
The luxuries that were taken for granted
Now, at midnight, my yearn for a cup of tea

It was never about the books
It was always about life
Bitterness I am exposed to now
And the existence of strife

A long way yet to go
A long way, it seems, I've come
From that falsity of self worth
To the realization of being a scum


Govind
Mumbai
05.Sept.2010
(The question is - WHY?)

Diamonds and Rust

An amazing song written by Joan Baez. Although she might deny it, but we know it is about Bob Dylan.

The following is an excerpt from the song:

"And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall"

OK. My point is - light-year is a unit of distance not time.
Similarly, foot-pound is a unit of work not weight.
Song is class. Enjoy it. I cant ruin anything for you.
Gov.

I Don't...

This post might not be of any interest to anyone. I am not saying the others are. If the internet would be the world then this blog is definitely "The Sahara", where only a few venture in. And why, only Lord knows. PS: Even He doesn't.

Grammar is my biggest adversary. Realization. The laws and by-laws leave me at my wits ends.

I have no clue about my results. I am getting impatient. But it's not only the government that is testing me. It's also the people around me. Almost everyone. I am outgrowing people at an alarming rate. I hope for the best & by the end of this year, hopefully before, I would have the list of people I want out of my life, once and for all. OK, I've made mistakes too but they have all been excusable. Yeah, I am sure about it.

As it turns out, it turned out quite sometime back actually, Elasticity is not a concept exclusive to Physics. I have been reading Economics and I find it interesting. Till now. Just like people, I have outgrown subjects in the past too.

The grass always looks greener on the other side. True. Well said. But what if there is no grass on my side at all? I have to creep to the other side. Bleh!

Grrrr. Night. Dear Mr. Lorre, plagiarism does exist!
G.